Lucky (1987-2005)


Labrador Retriever/German Shepherd
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Home:Sarnia, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Lucky girl, "Rubber ducky", Licky

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-mutt-disabled -deaf

Birthday:
November 19th 1987

Likes:
being outside, friendly cats, other dogs, people!!!

Pet-Peeves:
having her nails clipped, rain/splashing

Favorite Toy:
her cat

Favorite Food:
cat treats, my toast crusts

Favorite Walk:
my 200' backyard, and the soccer park it backs onto

Best Tricks:
"get the kitty", doing what she is told (since she's deaf) :-)

Arrival Story:
Lucky was the only girl in a litter of 10 pups, the result of an accidental breeding in a rural area near where I live. Her dad was a yellow lab, and she was the only dark coloured dog in the litter. She was my Christmas gift when I was 9 years old and I got to pick her out; I chose her because of her cute "eyebrows" :-)

Bio:
Around Christmas of 2003 my dog was found to have cancer in her mouth, on her lower jaw under her tongue. In Feb of 04, after a debulking of the tumour, a biopsy result showed "anaplastic fibrosarcoma". The tumour grew back aggressively and her lower jaw was amputated in October of 2004. A second biopsy was inconclusive (either fibrosarcoma or melanoma). A third biopsy confirmed melanoma. She underwent radiation and is currently in a gene therapy trial. However in April 2005 it was found to have metastasized to her lungs. This dog has incredible energy for her age, loves people and being outside, and according to her vets, all other systems in her body are very healthy. Aside from arthritis and deafness, she's doing great. She doesn't know she's sick, and enjoys "walking" me around our back yard and pretending not to see me when I am trying to convince her to come in! Lucky is very, very sweet, gentle and laid back, and she never complains no matter what she has gone through. UPDATE: SEPT 19/2005 exactly 2 months from her 18th birthday, no longer able to walk unassisted but still had a "spark" in her eye... Lucky's 2-year battle with melanoma was put to a peaceful end.

Forums Motto:
sweet survivor

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 22nd 2005 More than 9 years!

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Lucky's Diary


One year.

September 19th 2006 5:59 am
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Exactly one year ago today,
I held my best friend as she slipped away.
Calm and peace came over her face
My life, from then on, had an empty space.
I know you're somewhere better now,
We will meet again, someday, somehow.

***

I can't believe it's been a whole year since you've been gone. Because of you, I am now involved in dog rescue and you've sent me two wonderful dogs to look after. I love them but I will always miss you.

I still can't look at your little doggie belongings: your blankets, bowls, leash, collar. Your old bedroom is such a mess, because I don't spend a lot of time in there anymore. I miss our walkies and how much I could trust you.

From the day you were born until the day you left this Earth, you never growled or lost your patience, not once. You were never fearful, but quietly confident. You were, in short, the perfect dog; the kind of dog that comes along once in a lifetime, and I'm so grateful that I had you for yours.

Until we meet again, my sweet little puppy-girl.

Mommy

 

The hardest part of loving is knowing when to let go

September 24th 2005 8:25 am
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Monday night, September 19 2005 at 7:10 PM, Lucky's huge, loving heart quietly stopped beating.

The previous weekend she cried, something she never did before. Also.... she could no longer walk unassisted, something that frustrated her, and she had refused food for 2 weeks. I tried to force-feed her but it got to the point where she looked like a little doggie skeleton.

Although she still acted happy when we walked into the room and seemed to like going outside to lie on the grass.... she was just so thin.... I decided that I would not let her live in pain or discomfort.

Her veterinarian came to our home Monday night... I said it was time... she said that Lucky's cancer might have spread to her brain, hence the inability to walk, loss of muscle mass (cancer eats protein), and some other symptoms. But it was unlikely that she was suffering any pain.

I held her in my arms as she was put peacefully to sleep in our living room.

 

mom's home!

September 2nd 2005 4:46 pm
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My mom went away for two whole weeks. During that time, the food ladies and Uncle Carlo looked after me. I don't like anyone to feed me except mom. She knows how to do it the best. I ate for Uncle Carlo, though, because he put some yummy baby food in with my dog food! I also got bread and peanut butter, and some Ensure and Rebound too. I still managed to lose some weight, though.

Even though Uncle Carlo and the Food Ladies tried their best with me, I was so weak when mom came home that I could hardly stand or walk. Mom thought it might be the end. But since I've put a little weight on, I'm walking better now. And mom bought me a new bed made with memory foam! It's supposed to help my joints. But I peed in it so I have to wait until it's clean again.

In sadder news, I just found out that one of my heroes, Baylea, a Golden Retriever, succumbed to her oral cancer last month. I looked up to her because she was living with cancer just like me! Don't worry Baylea's mom, dad and brother. When I get to doggie heaven, Baylea and I will play together!

I have large, golf-ball sized tumours taking up about 60% of my lungs. That's what happens when cancer metastasizes. Aside from having a hard time keeping weight on, no one would even know, I don't even cough or have shortness of breath. I am still a happy dog and my mom has learned to take it one day at a time.

 
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